Dark Fiction Novels & Stories

Chapter 1: Dysfunctional family. The darkness is nothing more than a test that God gives us, many times to overcome things and learn from it, but in the end we all carry that darkness in our hearts, we just have to decide whether to expel it or let it dwell within you. Charlotte is a girl who has been in the dark since she was born, her parents were shitty to her, she was beaten and mistreated unjustifiably simply because her parents wanted it that way, but to understand a little of this story we must return to the past.

I muttered as I turned to leave. Without another glance back, I walked out of the clinic. Leaving Blake in charge of bringing her to me, at the Darkest Dungeon. We call it the Darkest Dungeon, not because it's dark literally. But because the harshest torture happens there. Those that don't deserve an easy death... Depending on their offense, ends up there. Where I could drag out their pains for weeks, months and even years. The last person that visited the Darkest Dungeon spent a year and two months there, facing the ultimate torture by the pass of each day until I finally decided to end him.

The air smelled clean, the lights warm, the shelves tall and perfect. “Choose the book that pulls you,” the woman said. “It will tell you what you need.” She vanished into the shadows. I walked along the shelves. My hand stopped on one book, not because I liked it, but because something in me reacted. A strange pull. The title was old, written in faded ink:” The Nature of the Cursed: shifters of the Moon.” My fingers trembled as I opened it. Inside were sketches, human shadows twisted into wolves, claws emerging from the hands, glowing eyes in the darkness. I swallowed hard.

I said, trying to focus on the work. Elias nodded, his eyes on the paper. “Show me the full breakdown.” I was in the middle of explaining when the power suddenly went off. The entire building plunged into complete darkness. I shrieked, startled, and without thinking, I jumped onto Elias’s lap, hiding my face in his chest. His body tensed. I couldn’t see his expression in the dark, but his grip on me became harder, his arms wrapping around my waist instinctively. I didn’t dare stand up. I was terrified of the dark. Always had been since when I was a little girl.

I couldn't find the answer in any book. Yes, the dark ones had women, they were all black-haired and black-eyed, pale and infirm, they often died very early and did not possess magic at all. I had light brown hair and gray eyes, average height and a thin body. As for the darkness, she behaved very strangely, then calmed down for a long time, then again tormented me with strange dreams at night. Most often, I dreamed of a dense forest, through which I ran with a wildly pounding heart and completely naked. Branches hit my face, roots of plants dug into my legs, and a huge dark cloud always tried to catch up with me from behind.

In a village in the interior of the Darkwood forest, the residents flocked to close all the doors and windows of their houses as tightly as possible once the night fog fell. They extinguished the oil lamps and candles. No light, no sound. Everyone was silent and closed their eyes. Two little girls of a farmer's daughter lay on the bed terrified. They continue to attach the body to the mother. The little girl's hands gripped the hem of her mother's clothes tightly. "I'm afraid of the dark," whispered one of the little girls.

He grinned, wiping a smudge of dust that had managed to stick to the side of his shirt, "What kind of book are you looking for today?" I smiled at him, fighting back the tears that wanted to fall. I remember the day I'd discovered here like it was yesterday. A bunch of kids had kept accusing me of dyeing my hair and telling me how ugly I was with red. Not like I thought they were lying but it just made me so sad to think they saw it too. I always thought I was invisible, having to live in fear at Uncle's place and moving away. This was my new start and a different path. I'd agreed to go down this path because then, I'd be more capable to catch my parents murderers, to know more about happen

Diego, Xavier, and Fiona cried together, their voices a raw symphony of terror and heartbreak. "No, Lyra. No, Henry. No one but I rules," I declared, my voice dripping with cold finality. But I was gone. Only darkness remained—thick, consuming, and alive with a sinister promise, a chilling maw whispering of endless torment, a hollow void pregnant with unseen horrors. The shadows seemed to pulse, as if breathing—watching—waiting. The air thickened with a cold, primal dread, as if the world itself recoiled from the encroaching abyss. And within it, something terrible stirred, unseen but felt—a promise of suffering yet to come.

Still, the way he said it, like the words made me feel small. “Tell me, Snow,” he pressed, voice dipping lower. “What kind of books do you read?” My stomach dropped and panic fluttered in my chest. If he knew, if he even suspected. The facade I’d built so carefully for my parents would crumble to dust. He couldn’t know that behind closed doors, I consumed more dark romance and filth than any good girl should. The sound of the front door swinging open snapped the moment in half. I blinked, tearing my gaze away just in time to see my dad stride in. Relief flooded me so fast my knees almost buckled.

The heavy wooden door had thudded shut behind me, and now the sound of the iron bolt sliding into place felt like a death sentence. I was trapped. The air inside that place was thick and hot, smelling of dried blood, burnt sage, and something sweet and rotting. It made me shiver. A few small candles flickered on the stone floor, casting long, dancing shadows against the walls. The light seemed weak against the darkness. I couldn't see him. The room was a circle of darkness, and the silence was so heavy it made my ears ring. But I felt eyes on me. It was like they could see right into my soul.